Do the bad thingTake off your wedding ringBut it won't make it that much easierIt might make it worse

Oh, the nights like a whirlwindSomebody's girlfriend's talkin' to meBut it,s alrightShe's sayin that he's not gonna slap me or try to attack meHe's not the jealous typeAnd I only need to get half an excuse and I'm awayBut when there's no excusesThat's much easier to say

I've been beforeAnd all these capers make her too forward to ignoreWell, She's talkin but I'm not entirely sure, oh

Do the bad thingTake off your wedding ringBut it won't make it that much easierIt might make it worse

Oh, I'm stood at the barAnd somebody's partner's talkin to meBut I don't know that is what she isn'tShe murmors things to confirm that the tragedy is trueAnd I knew how could she could have anyone she wantsAnd I'm strugglin to think of an immediate response

And then the first time it occuredThat there was something to destroyI knew before the invitation that there was this ployOh, but she carried on suggestinA struggle to refuseShe said "it's the red wine this time"But that is no excuse